Chapter 485: Lord Linde's Little Notebook of Revenge
The Black Knight's Greatsword is such a powerful weapon, you should have told me earlier.

The undead breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was a way to get it, it would be good. No matter what the future combat effectiveness of this weapon would be, the fact that it could transform into a flying demon was enough for them to give it an effort.

"Wait, if I can fly with this sword, then why would I turn into a bat-winged blood-wart demon? RnM, give me my money back!"

"Can you degenerate a little and let me become a handsome human? It would be a waste if my silver hair doesn't match this sword."

"So how many fragments do I need to exchange for a sword? Do I need my friends to help me chop it? I wonder if the last fragment will be exchanged for gold coins? I wonder if the gold coins can be stolen."

Amidst the chaotic noise, Lind was still confronting Secaps. The opponent was already injured, but he was in very good condition. According to the current situation, he would be able to get rid of the opponent in just half a month, or a month?

The sharp explosion that protected Sekapis finally dissipated, and his huge body was drained of strength. Although he tried to draw strength from his exhausted body to support himself standing up, his body was out of control.

Lind, the "undead NPC who brings goods", slowly descended and hovered in the huge pit caused by the collision between the two sides. The demon stretched out his wings and posed in a handsome manner.

He was just displaying the merchandise.

If I cannot inspire the undead's enthusiasm for consumption and stimulate consumption, all the time I spend here will be wasted.

Defeat Secapis? He simply couldn't do it in a short period of time. The opponent's vitality was very tenacious, and it began to recover in just a short while. Unless he took out enough time to fight Secapis seriously.

But that doesn't fit in with his "Black Knight Greatsword Special Event".

"You!" Although Sekaps' strength was exhausted, his figure was still as majestic as usual, and he stood up by supporting his body with his strength.

At this time, the 'giant' Cecaps felt heavy in his heart. He saw the undead people fanatically surrounding the strange guy with ecstasy on their faces, more fanatical than any believers.

There are enemies that can never be completely eliminated, and there is also an enemy that is strong enough to resist his attacks and even hurt him. Sekaps must readjust his response strategy.

I am the god of knowledge, not the giant god of war. It won’t be shameful to run away if I can’t win.

When you are not hurt, you can remain absolutely indifferent and rational.

When I get hurt a little bit, I get angry and crazy because the ants dared to hurt me.

When you are seriously injured and regain your sanity, you will consider running away.

Lind saw at a glance what the cowardly Sekaps was planning, because this was what happened every time he was unable to defeat his enemy and wanted to run away, and was ready to write down the enemy's name in a small notebook and wait for the undead to avenge him.

Although he looks brave and fearless and is determined to fight to the death, in fact, every hair on his body is thinking about escaping.

He raised the Black Knight's sword and pointed it at the huge figure in front of him. Of course, he couldn't let the other party get away. Now was the best time to boil a frog in warm water. The other party couldn't wait to escape, so he would restrain his strength and not fight hard. An enemy who liked to show mercy was very good.

Let’s stack up a few thousand dollars first.

The true demon figure revolved around the huge figure, waving the sword in his hand quickly, and the air was cut with a whistling sound.

Speed ​​is what Lind is best at, but others always have the illusion that he is a blood cow because he can carry so much. He believes that the same is true for Secaps now.

It was obvious that He was about to change His mind.

Faster, faster, faster!

The air was cut, leaving scarlet dividing lines that crisscrossed like a spider web.

Landing.

His "True Demon" exploded into red chip fragments. Although Lord Lind did not like the name of the True Demon, as it sounded like he was plagiarizing, his first requirement when making this equipment was to plagiarize. The more similar the better, he could even sacrifice some less important parts for this. For example, removing the four wings would actually make the speed faster. Flying has nothing to do with wings that cannot flap.

But those are not important. What he wants to do is to circumvent copyright. Bah, he wants to put all the blame on the "official". I am just an ordinary plot NPC. I will disappear without a trace after the sales are over. What plagiarism copyright has nothing to do with me.

So are you ready to burst into gold coins? My lovely undead people.

As his body turned back into that of a gray swordsman, Linde staggered forward two steps. He would give his acting skills 101 points out of a full 100. His frequent injuries made it easy for him to act seriously injured.

And he didn't vomit blood this time, which kept the atmosphere in a brewing state.

Just like a puff filled with cream, waiting to flow out when bitten, the bursting moment is what everyone wants. He doesn't want to spray out and steal the attention of the undead.

Save the shots for last.

The red line of air that was cut behind him burst out with various abnormal properties on the surface of Secapus' body. Unfortunately, it was still a scraping injury. Facing Secapus who was on guard and really sober and serious, he had to fight to the death with the opponent for more than half a month.

"Ouch!"

Sekapis was just humiliated. In fact, the seemingly fierce attack just now did not cause much damage. It would only take a short while for him to fully recover. In fact, the more his life was in danger, the faster his recovery would be.

Not only Lind discovered the problem in this battle, but also Sekaps. His speed was not fast enough to catch the small bug in front of him. Apart from some strange "bursts" occasionally that could cause serious damage to him, the damage caused by the opponent's normal attacks was almost the same as his own recovery.

The two sides will only remain in a stalemate. Sekaps believes that he will definitely win, because the little bug in front of him needs to be avoided, and it will take tens of thousands or even millions of attacks to kill him. When in danger, Sekaps will recover quickly, so if he wants to kill himself, he will need tens of millions of knives.

On the other hand, I only need to seize two or three opportunities among the opponent's tens of millions of attacks, and then the duel will be over.

It's not difficult, not at all.

He just hated the happy fleas jumping around in front of him, wasting so much time and preventing him from collecting... uh, knowledge.

Lind is different. He really likes this big silly guy, Secaps.

Should I call him the God of Knowledge? It doesn't matter. Who says that if you have knowledge, you must be smart? Don't be too demanding on your bookcase. As long as it doesn't rot, collapse or get eaten by termites, it's a good bookcase.

Lind really had no way to get rid of the opponent, but he could use the opponent's "stacking knives" and stack them up in an almost crazy way. There was no need to search for targets, and he would not waste a minute or a second. He would just keep stacking knives.

The undead can only stack 30 layers. It’s not that he wants to teach the undead a degraded version of the passive, but that the undead’s physique is like this, and they can never get good things as they are.

So he really didn't want to let the other person leave.

Lind's landing and the intersection of swords once again aroused heated discussions among the undead.

The undead man exclaimed: "Dimension Slash was copied too?"

Who is it? Remove the word "copy"!

Lind found the immortal man immediately and remembered his ID. Good boy, you will never win good things in the lottery again. You will never be able to get anything for the rest of your life.

Your number has been blocked, I said!
This is definitely not malicious revenge. Flowers need green leaves to set off them. This "good boy" undead is lucky enough to be chosen by Lord Lind. In his service, he will become a non-chief and use his own strength to set off millions of undead.

Maybe there will be more "good boys" added in the future, and Lord Linde can record a lot more in his little notebook.

Whether it is an undead or an NPC, everyone has the chance to be included in Lord Lind’s “Red and Black List”.

"The damage is a bit minor."

"Isn't this a magical skill for buffing? High attack speed can directly wipe out all abnormal states." "Coach, I want to learn this!"

Scarlet Lady Reina seized the opportunity to introduce: "The Black Knight Greatsword can allow people to gain the power of the Black Knight for a certain period of time!"

It’s time to bring the goods, what are you waiting for, my friends?

Although Lena really wanted to tell you guys to buy it quickly so that she can earn commission, she was very reserved in her performance.

"It allows you to fly, increasing your movement speed and attack speed!"

If you don't remove the liver, how can I make money? Really?

An undead asked: "Sir, how many fragments do you need to exchange it?"

At this moment, this immortal man sounded very much like a live streaming agent selling goods, and fortunately, the immortal man asked about the part that everyone was most interested in.

Reina smiled and raised her hand to gesture: "As long as you collect nine Black Knight Greatsword Exchange Order fragments, from ① to 9, you can directly exchange for the Black Knight Greatsword! The way to obtain it includes completing the Great Melulan's tasks, in addition to the lottery, and exchange in the points mall. Moreover, the fragments can be traded with each other, and there is no limit on the holding."

Lind noticed that the undead were very excited and couldn't wait to buy things, and they were also very satisfied.

He was very generous in allowing the undead to use the "Ancient Weapons·Skins·Magic Modifications·Side Effect Versions", because the level and strength of the undead were still too low, and it was very important to help them improve their strength.

Different weapons have similar bonuses, but can be transformed into different characters, each with a useless skill that looks good but is not useful.

Since we have Dante's, we should also have Virgil's.

The cost is low, but there is always one you want.

Besides, he can control how many weapons are produced, and he puts the prizes that the undead people need to draw with his eyes open.

The previous "skin appearance" can no longer keep up with the development of the game version. Many undead have learned to hire NPCs to produce beautiful coats for them. Even if the labor cost is expensive, money is not a problem for the undead who have livers all over their bodies.

Therefore, the "skin" that improves attributes is the "official authentic" one, and it will be updated in the future. He wants to always be at the forefront of fashion in the magical land and be the fashion godfather of the magical world.

While the undead were still watching the "story animation", the injured Sekapsu turned and left, and Lind caught up with him in time.

"The boss ran away!"

"Is there any follow-up plot?"

"It should be to the new map. According to my many years of experience playing garbage games, more species of Secapus will appear later."

The undead are always like this, they will attack desperately when facing a strong enemy, but when a "plot kill" or "plot run" occurs, they can calmly put down their weapons, then take out their drinks and let out a lazily sigh.

Lena also breathed a sigh of relief. The battle between the gods had terrified her. Fortunately, the other party had left.

She had absolute confidence in Lind. Just as Lind said, his part was over and it was time for him to leave, and it would be her turn to perform next.

"Cough cough!"

Reyna cleared her throat and said, "Kerrigan, you completed your mission. Well done."

"Where's Brother Kai?"

"Brother Kai, NPC is looking for you."

The undead shouted excitedly. This war made them feel so refreshed that when they woke up and had breakfast, they would eat a few more mouthfuls of rice just by thinking about it.

It goes really well with rice.

Kerrigan, who had transformed into a bat-winged blood-wart demon, landed and said, "My lord, is it time to give me a reward?"

Is it a single player reward or a racial reward?

Selfishly speaking, he hoped it would be a single-player reward, because he was the one who activated it many years ago, and without him this quest would not have existed.

If he wants to consider everyone, he still hopes for individual rewards, because he wants everyone to be jealous of him.

Shit, the only reward in the game is for everyone? What the hell.

"Yes, rewards." Reina nodded, "Melulan's Blood Pool Prize Pool is open, and you can get rewards from the great Melulan, including the exchange order fragments for the Black Knight Greatsword, the exchange order fragments for the higher level evolution of the blood clan, and so on."

"Everyone has it?"

Reina said as a matter of course: "Every warrior who has sacrificed for Melulan should have it."

"Why? That was me before..." Kerrigan was dissatisfied.

"Long live Merulan!" the other undead shouted.

Although they didn't get any substantial rewards, didn't Kerrigan get any either?
He didn't get rich overnight, and we were balanced.

"Next time you give me this kind of shitty task, I won't accept it even if you kill me!"

Kerry was filled with anger.

"Kerrigan, are you willing to contribute to the awakening of the great Melulan?" Lena suddenly asked.

Kerrigan, who was about to get angry, smiled: "It's my pleasure! What can I do?"

……

The war in the distance has ended, but neither Fulin Muen nor her men know how it ended.

Just run away, go south or east, but don't stay here.

A whistling gale was chasing after me from behind.

The bat-winged blood-wart demons with spread wings surrounded them densely, blocking the light from the sky above.

"We surrender!" Fulin Muen dropped his weapon without hesitation. "I am a noble from the Kingdom of the Moon. I apply for the treatment of a noble prisoner."

"How dare you call yourself a princess when your equipment is so shabby?"

"Isn't the Kingdom of the Moon Miss Brittany's hometown?"

"The Kingdom of the Moon seems to be in Xilu Continent, but no undead has been reincarnated there. Damn, brothers, we found a big fish!"

(End of this chapter)